TOUCH ME

Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS



 

TOUCH ME

I undress myself,
 I am tempting,
 I am very sweet,
 I am an apple,
 sssssssss
 ssssss
 ssss

Silence,
 come and touch,
 I am natural,
 feel me within you.

Open your mouth,
 take my cherry,
 suck the fruit,
 taste, touch,
 the sweetness of flavor.

Sssssssss
 sssssssss
 feel the skin,
 of the fruit,
 sweaty,
 feel me,
 I am that fruit.

I am that ice cream,
 sweet and tempting,
 in the darkness,
 where mystery dwells.

Drink from my bottle,
 thirsty drunkards,
 drink my fiery water,
 have a cocktail of me.

Shake me, and I'll shake you,
 take your mixed drink.

In the dark, enclosed,
 at the unstoppable feast,
 of insatiable gluttony,
 turned into fruit.

Into apples, bananas,
 with cream, in a dessert,
 to be enjoyed without limits.

Smeared with cream,
 chocolate to devour,
 orange peel and lemon zest,
 it is time for seduction.

The edible skin of one,
 converted, transformed,
 into that delicious dessert,
 to share ourselves,
 upon a sweet boat,
 of poisonous sugar,
 with ice cream made of gall.

Snake skin,
 ssssssssssssss,
 be quiet and bite,
 the apple,
 glazed,
 with cream.

Touch me,
 and drink,
 the nectar,
 greedy and sweet.

 

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TOCAME

 

Me desnudo,

soy apetitoso,

soy muy dulce,

soy manzana,

sssssssss

ssssss

ssss

Silencio, 

ven a tocar, 

soy natural,

siénteme en ti.

Abre tu boca, 

toma mi cereza, 

chupa la fruta,

degusta, toca, 

el sabor dulce.

Sssssssss

sssssssss

siente la piel,

de la fruta,

sudorosa, 

siénteme, 

soy esa fruta.

Soy ese helado, 

dulce y tentador, 

en la obscuridad, 

donde hay misterio.

Bebe de mi botella, 

borrachos sedientos, 

bebe mi agua ardiente, 

toma un coctel de mí.

Agítame, te agitare, 

toma tu combinado.

A oscuras, encerrados, 

en la fiesta imparable, 

de la gula insaciable, 

convertidos en fruta.

En manzanas, plátanos, 

con nata, en un postre, 

para disfrutar sin límites.

Embadurnado con nata, 

chocolate para devorar,

piel de naranja, y limón, 

es hora, de la seducción.

La piel comestible de uno, 

convertido, transformado, 

en ese delicioso postre,

para compartirnos,

en un barco dulce, 

de azúcar venenoso,

con helado de hiel.

Piel de serpiente, 

ssssssssssssss,

calla y muerde, 

la manzana,

glaseada, 

con nata.

Tocáme,

y bebe,

el nectar,

goloso.

 

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  • Author: Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 20th, 2026 10:26
  • Comment from author about the poem: Let's heat up deliciously like a pajama made of whipped cream and ice cream, or a banana split... Sssssssssssssssssss... hush and bite into my tempting salad of verses... sssssssssssss...
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 7
  • Users favorite of this poem: Friendship, Tristan Robert Lange
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  • sorenbarrett

    This brings to mind the serpent in the garden and the forbidden fruit. Tempting nice the fruit of knowledge that knowledge that brings guilt and shame but the same fruit that brings pleasure and understanding. Nicely done Carlos

    • Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS

      You can find me in the supermarket in the bakery section, the ice cream section, and if you're feeling more natural, in the fruit section... temptation is in the grocery store...

      • sorenbarrett

        For that we all pay the price at the check out and on the scale

      • Friendship

        nicely done

        • Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS

          Thank you, my friend. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Sometimes a poem is just an excuse to have a little fun with words... and desserts!

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          Haha, Carlos! I was contemplating having dessert tonight, but I think you've just complicated that decision considerably! 🤣🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

          • Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS

            Haha, Tristan! If you end up having dessert tonight, I accept no responsibility whatsoever! 😄🍰 The supermarket can be a dangerous place when fruit and poetry join forces. Thanks for stopping by, my friend



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